screwthatnoise | ♥ v2

♥ v2

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

(please join #echolife! ♪)

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Yeah! Don't tie yourself to such a useless hope next time! Promise us!

She gives a dry laugh, but her eyes seem deep and thoughtful before finally fading away completely.

...

*bows his head*

Good luck...

[softly]

...looked like she was listening at least a little bit.

I hope so.

[sighs and surveys the damage in the room.]

Should we clean up here before we go?

Might as well.

[nods and goes to get a start on putting the chair back together, then.]

*working on the scorch marks and the blood . . .*

[however well it's possible to get this stuff fixed up, I suspect that is happening!1]

*yes quite.*

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